"s**t!" Mary mumbled under her breath. 'Is it too late to back out now, right? '
Tyler turned around and gestured for her to sit down on the couch.
She didn’t look at him, or rather, when he was still staring at her, yet of course she did feast on his still wet, water droplets' back when he turned around and firmly closed the door to his dressing room. 'Damn those buttcheeks'
She sank into a chair, slipped off her nude one-inch sandals, and realised she was suddenly sweating, not because the air conditioner was warm in this room—in fact, it was too bloody cold just a few minutes ago—but because she felt like she was in a desert land, devoid of water and thirsty for something.
However, even without him here in the living room, she could feel him. Somewhere close, always watching, "Hell,
